I like it    I don't like it

I don't give a f**k about these Nigga's or these hoes

Don't you ever, don't you ever

Make me spit on yo ass bitch!!! ahh-ha



Verse One:



f**k them hoes, let 'em bounce

Known for kickin' bitches out, all they wanna do

Is sneak a blunt or two out yo house

Try to help us, with a plan guard yo grill and watch yo back

Bitches known for showin' other nigga's where you kick it at

Might be a hard head, might be a soldier thug

With a bitch got him sick, if he a sucker for love bitch

His nigga's better show him who unified

To get respect you got to play, watch them hoes step aside

Bitch! I'm just like you

Bitch! I smoke weed to

Bitch! I need gee'z so look

Bitch! I don't need you all y'all can suck my

I don't give a f**k! die! now bitch bye!

You blowin' my high!



Chorus:



I love myself, I hug myself an if

I had a pussy I f**k myself

See real ass nigga's don't fold to fold

Hit the mall buyin' clothes I dispose of broadz



Now who in the hell came here to stop me

I'm in the party ballin' with my posse ah-ha-ha

Now who in the hell came to get it started

I'm in the party ballin' with my posse ah-ha-ha

{2x}



Verse Two:



f**k these nigga's who dropped me on my head

When I was younger, I did some wild shit

To make these nigga's wonder

Am I craze, or am I straight sick

Round with these f**kin' lunatic's

You talk shit! You get yo wig split!

If you wanna try me!

You must be ready to die bitch!

I ain't scared to die bitch!

Ya see it's just a hobby!

God gave me time, I was game from my birth

I couldn't let the shit go to waist

I had to put this shit to work

I'm just a ghetto ass nigga!

With the street knowledge I was gave!

You try to play! Run up on this 12-gage!

Hell nah! hit a tree, had to go help him up

You shouldn't have never f**ked up!

Now you lookin' f**ked up!

Blew his head clean off his shoulder

I was all ready gone, before anybody showed up

Got away clean, like some Jean's when you wash 'em

Trill ass soldier's ain't no way you can stop us Bitch!



Chorus



Verse Three:



I be bustin' nut's on yo baby mama, baby head

Why you be gangster, somebody got 'em keep 'em fed

When I fed to the point where I be bakin' bread

I mean fed to the point where I be servin' head

Now look, that don't mean I'm try'na sound bad and shit

When I stab that trick, you can have the bitch

Grab yo bitch, you need to try to train yo bitch

Tame yo bitch, cuz she be runnin' game ya bitch

Now you all in a nigga grill, lookin' all swole

Picturin' how ya slipped off, trustin' in them hoes

No damn well, that yo Mom taught ya better cuz

A bitch will get'cha killed if ya let her

That's why I love myself, I hug myself an if

I had a pussy I f**k myself

See real ass nigga's don't fold to fold

Hit the mall buyin' clothes I dispose of broadz



Chorus



Verse Four:



Punchin' got a long head

Ballin' keep my artillery

Gangsta so I'm a mission shit

Cap pilla I'm known for spittin' on bitches

Disrespectin' my mind, try'na play me soft and

At the same time bitch, you f**kin' with some ATL soldiers

Smokin' for free, and drinkin' for free nigga hell nah!

First ya got to take yo muthaf**kin' draw's off

Cuz real player's bout to lay the law down

You better draw the straw now, you done

f**ked Up'ed Now!

This how we do it in the A-T-L

For them hoes who think they pussy fire ass hell

Got a game for that ass big dick's to match

Don't have time for them hoes, who be try'na act

Ha Do it! get 'em shorty get 'em we ain't playin' with 'em

If you clockin' nigga spit 'em Nigga Spit 'Em!

Stupid ass hoes, be try'na act

But they switch up, bitch up and call ya back

Say what?

Stuipd ass hoes be try'na act

But they switch up, and bitch up and call ya back

Say what?

Stuipd ass hoes be try'na act

But they switch up, and bitch up and call ya back

And We! shake them hoes off what!

Shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off what!

Nigga! shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off what!

Shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off! My nigga

Shake them hoes off



Nigga we ain't got no love for these hoes,

These bitches swtich dick's like outfit's

Hoes, ya need to find another route

Figure that a nigga be thugged out

And we off in the club